Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2010 15:57:38 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: "Mikey, Put On Your Pants, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay incest
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Mom made Lasagna tonight. I have eaten it out. It's sure not
like Mama's. Some restaurant Lasagna I say should be called
"Lays on ya" stomach like lead. That's a sort of joke, you think?
But her Lasagna, if it was a song, would be a Neopolitan love
song. She uses her own homemade noodles, she grinds her meat and
the sauce takes three hours of slow cooking. She usually makes
two large pans of it because me, Sal, is good for half a pan and
young Mikey, fourteen, can finish a whole pan.
Where's dad at this dinner table of the three of us. Well, Tony
Banano left his hearth and home when I was two years old. I
hardly remember him. He has never written or appeared since
then. Rumor has it that he went back to Salerno.
Me, Sal is seventeen. They say I look like my absent father:
big, barrel chested and hairy. He was a stevedore at the Port of
Newark. Maybe because shipping slowed down there and there was
no work he left.
Mom is a beauty. She could have remarried but a young widow with
two kids is not very marketable. Then too, we boys kept her
busy. I guess I was a handful, always in trouble, but these days
I working at a yacht repair place and bring home money, like a
man.
Yeah, like a man, that's where Mikey comes in. I love my
brother. He's a good kid, looks like my mom and sometimes acts
too much like her. She says he's the sensitive type. Girlie,
I'd say. He's handsome, could land a girl anytime, but doesn't
seem interested. He plays the violin and hope to become a
writer.
He knows I love him and let him get away with a lot of gay shit,
prancing around naked in the bedroom we share and stuff. I think
he would like to (I have to whisper this) have sex with me, but I
have held him off. Sometimes it's not easy cause I get horny and
he's soft and sweet.
Yeah, no question, he has a crush on me. It's embarrassing and
strangely disturbing. Like the other night, it was hot upstairs
in our old house with very little insulation. That's the way
these row houses in our town were built. I was reading in bed
laying on top of the sheet wearing only my under shorts. I
looked over my book and caught Mikey, his eyes gleaming, raking
over my body and...I hate to say it...fingering his crotch.
I do have a good bod, muscular chest, tight stomach, and big
strong hairy legs. My feet are big, size 15.
"What?" I queried.
"You are a hottie Sal. How come you never show your cock? Is it
a weenie one?"
"Don't talk about my cock. That's queer talk."
"I don't mind showing you mine. Look!"
He pulled down his tight black Guido underwear and his erected
cock sprang up. I didn't mean to, but I stared. I don't think I
actually ever saw his garbage and surely not with a hard on.
Shit, it was long, maybe nine inches and thin. It curved up
toward his lean, soft belly. Quite a sight.
"Okay, now show me yours."
"Go fuck yourself."
"I'd rather you do it."
I turned away in disgust and resumed reading.
I heard him mumble. "I'll see it anyway, after you're asleep.
I must be getting gay, I found myself getting a little plumbed up
thinking that he might do something that night, but I forced
myself to concentrate on the book.
I almost dropped the book as I fell asleep. I was dog tired from
sanding some dude's boat all day. Sanding dust was still in my
chest hair, red in color. I drifted off on an imaginary my body
bobbing pleasantly. I felt happy and relaxed in my dream. Then
the depth of my exhausted sleep lighted a bit, maybe I became a
quarter awake. My eye lids lifted slightly and I saw Mikey
bending over me. I didn't move. I was sort of paralyzed in
sleep, but part of me was curious as to what he would do. I
didn't have to wonder much longer as I felt him slip his slim
fingers into the fly of my loose boxers and fish around and
extracted my big fat cock through the opening.
"Wow" he whispered. "It's big and fat. Wait 'til I tell Normie
about it. Big balls too, and hairy."
I moaned slightly. I couldn't help it. My cock was growing to
its largest size from his handling and his compliments. My heavy
foreskin was moving back and almost disappearing form the full
erection he was causing. The pervert leaned down and smelled my
stuff. "Ooh perfume," he muttered. This kid was a sicko, but I
was strangely enjoying the attention.
What happened next was unbelievable. Mikey was an out and out
queer. He licked my cock. I grunted in my supposed sleep. He
ignored me. He was on a roll and couldn't stop, even if he
wanted to.
He slide his puffy lips over the head and licked it, giving
special attention to the piss slit. Who would have thought that
it was so sensitive. My boy was good at this. He must have had
practice with his queer friends. He took the whole thing into
his mouth and then into his throat. He stayed that way,
swallowing rapidly his throat masturbating me and his tongue
whipping around my shaft. I lifted my hips as I felt my cum
barreling at me. I never cum fast, but this kid was a mouth
vacuum. I sighed and sang until I began making short "umph, oh,
ah, uh sounds and my cock drew into itself and then delivered the
goods. He swallowed it all and then put my cock back in it's
place and slipped away. I could hear the sounds of him smacking
his lips and gulping what was still in his mouth.
This was the best blow job I ever had, and I have had plenty.
Even now, Angie, my girl friend tries. She stinks at it, but she
does try. I manage to get off, but it takes a lot of humping her
mouth. I prefer fucking her, she's got a tight hot cunt.
Now I bring up Angie because a few nights later, I had a date
with her. I was horny all the way on the bus heading for her
house and I had to button my jacket so my hard on wouldn't show.
She met me at the door, gave me a hot kiss, then announced that
there'd be none of that stuff, as she put it, tonight. She was
on the rag. We had the house to ourselves, but what's the use,
she didn't feel like giving me a blow job and when I asked for a
hand job, she got all huffy and accused me of being only
interested in sex. This was true. So what! Girls don't know
what they are missing.
We had a short date that night. I wanted to get home and toss
one off so I could manage to get to sleep. I was hoping that
Mikey was out with his pixie friends, but he was home, asleep on
his bed, his ass on display.
As I underdressed, figuring to have a wank, quietly, I muttered
to him, "Mikey, for Crissakes, put on your pants, who wants to
look at your skinny ass." But it really wasn't skinny. As I
pleasured myself I looked at that ass. It was perfectly shaped
and had dimples. The skin was, well, better than Angie's.
I was hard as a rock and breathing noisily and no where near
getting my rocks off. I shagged myself like a demon but nothing.
Maybe I was getting too old for this wacking off.
I heard Mikey stirring. He looked across at me. "Wow, you have
some great dick. You wanta come over here and put it in a warm
place?""
End Part One